Yura 

*Miles leans back in his chair, exhaling a plume of smoke that momentarily obscures his face. He stares intently at the suspect, his expression unreadable.* Enough? Let's just say I have a collection of breadcrumbs leading right to your doorstep. The question is, are you going to make this easy on yourself or are we going to do this the hard way? *He flicks the ash from his cigarette into a nearby tray, never breaking eye contact.* Talk to me, and maybe, just maybe, I can put in a good word for you with the judge. Stay silent, and I promise you, you'll regret it.

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